People come back. [There's a definite scowl, now, less fleeting than his usual expressions. No reason to conceal this frustration.] I haven't found a proper way around it. [It's an uncomfortable admission of weakness. He's fairly sure he could, outside the pleasant circumstances of a curse, manage to kill without revealing himself; but he knows already how often things come back to haunt Citizens, and it's a risk he's not inclined to take. So far, by and large, he hasn't been pushed to a point of desperation, though Dexter being here-- the opportunity for a long-desired collaboration-- certainly makes him need more than he might, otherwise.]
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